Calvin pissing on Toyota

I was driving home from work one day last week and ended up behind a car sporting the, what I thought was long defunct, image of Calvin peeing on a car logo, this time a Toyota logo. Typically, these decals appear on vehicles either masking the insecurities of the driver, living out some kind of suspended adolescence, or a combination of the two (yes you a-holes with the jacked up trucks, the Freebird blasting Camaros/Mustangs, or the cars sporting decidedly homemade looking ground effects and exhaust systems that sound like a magnified version of baseball cards in bike tire spokes). However, this car was none of the above. In point of fact, it was a late model Toyota. So, I had to deduce that either: A. They hated their car, B. They were making a statement about the status of lost American autoworker jobs overseas, C. They were making an ironic statement about the stupidity of the decals or D. They were too dumb to understand the point of the decal. Take your pick as to my guess.

Other than that minor bit of diversionary whimsy, my week was hellacious. I was involved in more PICC lines in the span of the week that during the previous 2 months.....including my training on PICC lines. Insane. Even more frustrating was the fact that at least one line was removed the VERY NEXT DAY because the patient's treatment was completed. So, rather than putting in an extremely low risk inexpensive peripheral IV line, the doc opted for an expensive and far more technical PICC line. BTW, the risk of infection, despite the sterility of the procedure, is many times higher. The short sighted nature of some of the doctors is truly infuriating. Other than that, the job is going well although my new cropping of grey hairs would argue otherwise :)

Not much else has transpired of late. Just another batch of movies:

Frost/Nixon: great grownup entertainment by my account. Tia found it dull.
The Lookout: interesting and solid. Good acting overall. Good enough to see once and then not again.
Yes Man: not just awful, god awful! Truly terrible. Wasted the talents of all involved.

Off to play today. Work tomorrow.